You slowly brought a chip to your mouth, cheeks puffing as you chewed. Eyes wandering the lively space, agents galore in a warmly decorated chamber. Muffled murmurs filling your ears, the smell of fall following.

House party, Base party, whichever you preferred; everyone was there, in the honor of autumn solstice. Everyone expect Killjoy, that was.

Initially, you furrowed your brows and rolled up your sleeves. Asking the various other agents who only seemed just as confused, glancing around for the missing engineer with a slight shrug.

So you took matters into your own hands. Walking through the compound with a new found vigor, towards one place in particular; her workshop. And unsurprisingly, there she was. Sat tinkering at her desk with a gadget, entirely unaware of your intrusion. The damn workaholic.